5:30pm. Friday, May 18:
I just spent all day making Chicken, Bacon and Leek pie.
To end up feeding my children peanut butter sandwiches at 5:30pm because they couldn’t wait another moment to eat.
And because I know that a 5:30 dinner means a 6pm bedtime.
And that Roo is having a sleep over with my Mum.
It’s hard to believe only 20 minutes ago I was literally punching myself in the head.
I stopped punching myself in the head to start drinking.
Because that’s what mature adults do.
Breaking point anyone?
Sorry. I just had to go and give my daughter a kiss goodbye.
And make another sandwich for each of the Two.
Because they eat like horses.
Peanut butter loving, grape guzzling horses.
Who scream a lot.
Life. Is. Good.
I’ve been here, there and everywhere today.
Including a doctors office where another
poor woman mother was waiting with her three children under 5.
With another on the way.
And when they left, with Roo forlorn at the loss of her playmates, I gave up waiting for Pal and wandered to the pretty local gift shop.
Mostly because along with gifts they sell confectionary.
Also local wine.
The shop attendants, lovely women, both complimented me on how well behaved my three children were in their pram.
I pointed out that I am not silly.
And had bought a bag of fruit sticks from them two minutes ago.
And then parked the pram where the children Could. Not. Touch. ANYTHING.
I gave each child two sticks of sugar and browsed.
Unimpeded. Quietly. Blissfully.
I found a coloured chandelier I would die to have in Roo’s room.
A set of teacups and mugs that would die within five seconds at my house.
And some Cherry wine.
Made from Cherries from my town.
One shop attendant gave me a chocolate when I told them gift wrapping would not be necessary.
“Enjoy it with your wine tonight.”
Not just a pretty face, that one.
I also ran into a gorgeous friend. Organised a playdate for her beautiful girl with curls and mine.
And took some photos of some cabinets I think Mrs. Nutshell would wet herself at the sight of.
And some hair clips for my goddaughter (spawn of My Bestie Amelia) aptly nicknamed Bunny.
Looked at those nifty porcelain mugs with the reusable no spill lids.
And then trundled Precious back to the doctors office where Pal was finished and told me naught of what transpired.
He wants to retain the mystery.
Even though he’s seen living human beings emerge from both my vajayjay and guts.
He’s even had to throw out a pair of shoes due to some birth fall out.
But mystery he wants and mystery he shall have.
Including the Mystery of Why His Wife is slightly drunk at 5:50pm on a Friday afternoon.